James and the Giant Peach

James decided that this was most certainly not a time to be disagreeable, so he crossed the room to where the Centipede was sitting and knelt down beside him.

'Thank you so much,' the Centipede said. 'You are very kind.'

'You have a lot of boots,' James murmured.

'I have a lot of legs,' the Centipede answered proudly 'And a lot of feet. One hundred, to be exact.'

'There he goes again!' the Earthworm cried, speaking for the first time. 'He simply cannot stop telling lies about his legs! He doesn't have anything like a hundred of them! He's only got forty-two! The trouble is that most people don't bother to count them. They just take his word. And anyway, there is nothing marvelous, you know, Centipede, about having a lot of legs.'

'Poor fellow,' the Centipede said, whispering in James's ear. 'He's blind. He can't see how splendid I look.'

'In my opinion,' the Earthworm said, 'the really marvelous thing is to have no legs at all and to be able to walk just the same.'

'You call that walking!' cried the Centipede. 'You're a slitherer, that's all you are! You just slither along!'

'I glide,' said the Earthworm primly.

'You are a slimy beast,' answered the Centipede.

'I am not a slimy beast,' the Earthworm said. 'I am a useful and much loved creature. Ask any gardener you like. And as for you…'

'I am a pest!' the Centipede announced, grinning broadly and looking round the room for approval.

'He is so proud of that,' the Ladybug said, smiling at James. 'Though for the life of me I cannot understand why.'

'I am the only pest in this room!' cried the Centipede, still grinning away. 'Unless you count Old-Green- Grasshopper over there. But he is long past it now. He is too old to be a pest any more.'

The Old-Green-Grasshopper turned his huge black eyes upon the Centipede and gave him a withering look. 'Young fellow,' he said, speaking in a deep, slow, scornful voice, 'I have never been a pest in my life. I am a musician.'

'Hear, hear!' said the Ladybug.

'James,' the Centipede said. 'Your name is James, isn't it?'

'Yes.'

'Well, James, have you ever in your life seen such a marvelous colossal Centipede as me?'

'I certainly haven't,' James answered. 'How on earth did you get to be like that?'

'Very peculiar,' the Centipede said. 'Very, very peculiar indeed. Let me tell you what happened. I was messing about in the garden under the old peach tree and suddenly a funny little green thing came wriggling past my nose. Bright green it was, and extraordinarily beautiful, and it looked like some kind of a tiny stone or crystal…'

'Oh, but I know what that was!' cried James.

'It happened to me, too!' said the Ladybug.

'And me!' Miss Spider said. 'Suddenly there were little green things everywhere! The soil was full of them!'

'I actually swallowed one!' the Earthworm declared proudly.

'So did I!' the Ladybug said.

'I swallowed three!' the Centipede cried. 'But who's telling this story anyway? Don't interrupt!'

'It's too late to tell stories now,' the Old-Green-Grasshopper announced. 'It's time to go to sleep.'

'I refuse to sleep in my boots!' the Centipede cried. 'How many more are there to come off, James?'

'I think I've done about twenty so far,' James told him.

'Then that leaves eighty to go,' the Centipede said.

'Twenty-two, not eighty!' shrieked the Earthworm. 'He's lying again.'

The Centipede roared with laughter.

'Stop pulling the Earthworm's leg,' the Ladybug said.

This sent the Centipede into hysterics. 'Pulling his leg!' he cried, wriggling with glee and pointing at the Earthworm. 'Which leg am I pulling? You tell me that?'

James decided that he rather liked the Centipede. He was obviously a rascal, but what a change it was to hear somebody laughing once in a while. He had never heard Aunt Sponge or Aunt Spiker laughing aloud in all the time he had been with them.

'We really must get some sleep,' the Old-Green-Grasshopper said. 'We've got a tough day ahead of us tomorrow. So would you be kind enough, Miss Spider, to make the beds?'

13

A few minutes later, Miss Spider had made the first bed. It was hanging from the ceiling, suspended by a rope of threads at either end so that actually it looked more like a hammock than a bed. But it was a magnificent affair, and the stuff that it was made of shimmered like silk in the pale light.

'I do hope you'll find it comfortable,' Miss Spider said to the Old-Green-Grasshopper. 'I made it as soft and silky as I possibly could. I spun it with gossamer. That's a much better quality thread than the one I use for my own web.'

'Thank you so much, my dear lady,' the Old-Green-Grasshopper said, climbing into the hammock. 'Ah, this is just what I needed. Good night, everybody. Good night.' Then Miss Spider spun the next hammock, and the Ladybug got in.

After that, she spun a long one for the Centipede, and an even longer one for the Earthworm.

'And how do you like your bed?' she said to James when it came to his turn. 'Hard or soft?'

'I like it soft, thank you very much,' James answered.

'For goodness' sake stop staring round the room and get on with my boots!' the Centipede said. 'You and I are never going to get any sleep at this rate! And kindly line them up neatly in pairs as you take them off. Don't just throw them over your shoulder.'

James worked away frantically on the Centipede's boots. Each one had laces that had to be untied and loosened before it could be pulled off, and to make matters worse, all the laces were tied up in the most terrible complicated knots that had to be unpicked with fingernails. It was just awful. It took about two hours. And by the time James had pulled off the last boot of all and had lined them up in a row on the floor - twenty-one pairs altogether - the Centipede was fast asleep.

'Wake up, Centipede,' whispered James, giving him a gentle dig in the stomach. 'It's time for bed.'

'Thank you, my dear child,' the Centipede said, opening his eyes. Then he got down off the sofa and ambled across the room and crawled into his hammock. James got into his own hammock - and oh, how soft and comfortable it was compared with the hard bare boards that his aunts had always made him sleep upon at home.

'Lights out,' said the Centipede drowsily. Nothing happened.

'Turn out the light!' he called, raising his voice.

James glanced round the room, wondering which of the others he might be talking to, but they were all asleep. The Old-Green-Grasshopper was snoring loudly through his nose. The Ladybug was making whistling noises as she breathed, and the Earthworm was coiled up like a spring at one end of his hammock, wheezing and blowing through his open mouth. As for Miss Spider, she had made a lovely web for herself across one corner of the room, and James could see her crouching right in the very center of it, mumbling softly in her dreams.